With such a beautiful muse
I got no chances to lose
I couldn't be so crazy blind
Meeting you when I used to find
Used to find the sense of my rhyme
Which was hidden under the grime
Like a dimond in the dark night
You flashed me out with your light
19.01.2014
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=505340
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 15.06.2014
автор: Микита Баян